He coughs, wheezing. “Who the fuck—who are you?”
I smile, “Korithax, motherfucker.”
“What do you want? I haven’t done anything wrong.” He shouts, trying to push me back.
His attempts are futile; his strength is basically a soft breeze compared to mine.
“You raped her,” I snarl.
His face twists, realisation taking over his smug fucking face. He knows that I know exactly what he did.
“No—I didn’t. She’s my girlfriend. She wanted it!”
I punch him once. Then again, and again, until his lip splits and blood splatters across the carpet. Thankfully, my mortal form also weakens my strength; otherwise, he’d already be dead.
“She said no,” I growl, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him to look at the blood on the bed. “Do you see it? Do you fucking see what you did?”
He tries to speak, but I don’t let him. I let a little of my immortal form bleed through before I throw him across the room, his body crashing into the desk. His shoulder dislocates with a sickening snap, and he screams. Good.
I walk over, stepping on his chest to pin him as he writhes. “You hurt something that belongs to me, Ethan,” I whisper. “And in Hell, there are rules even devils do not break.”
I kneel beside him, watching the confusion etch across his face. I pull a knife from my pocket, dragging it down the centre of his chest lightly, not enough to pierce. Yet.
“Rape,” I say, “is one of them.”
I grab his arm and break his wrist with a flick of my hand. He screams again, louder.
He begins begging, pleading, “I didn’t know—please—I didn’t mean to?—”
“Shut up,” I hiss.
I grab his leg and twist until I hear the bone crack, then do the exact same to the other. He vomits all over himself whilst I stand, looking down at him as he sobs. Pathetic fucking excuse of flesh. I truly do despise the mortal species.
I drag him by the shirt, leaving a trail of blood, and throw him onto the bed. “Look at it,” I growl, shoving his face into the sheets. “Look at what you did!”
“Please—I’m sorry.”
I scoff. Sorry, fucking sorry. Like that fixes anything that he did to her. She’s the fucking sun, yet when she awoke, she looked like a long-dead star—cold and dim—and he did that to her.
“I own her soul,” I growl. “You defiled something that belongs to me. Something that is mine.”
His sobs turn choked and pathetic. I turn him onto his back so he can see me. He tries to scramble away as I release him, but his mutilated body doesn’t get very far. I stand over him, my body shifting—my true form bleeding through the glamour. My wings unfurl, large with whisps of smoke coming from them. My horns appear, curling from my temples, my eyes blacker than the void, gleaming with the promise of death.
He looks up, his eyes going wide. The stench of piss fills the room as he starts hyperventilating.
“Say her name,” I demand.
He stutters. “D-Daisy?—”
I smile slowly, not an ounce of warmth behind it. “Good boy.”
I grab his throat, bringing us eye to eye. “I’m going to fucking kill you. And when you get to Gehenna, Ethan. I’ll be waiting.”
He tries to beg for his life, but it’s too late. I crush his larynx with one hand, watching as he gurgles and splutters, choking on his own blood. He twitches as I hold onto him, his blood pouring over my hands until he stops moving altogether. His soul tries to flee, but I catch it mid-flight. It screams in my palm as I open the gate directly to Gehenna. Gehenna holds the pit where the worst of the worst rot forever in agony. I shove his soul through without an ounce of hesitation. I’m going to ensure he suffers forever, with no chance of judgment.
Silence settles in the room, and I glance one more time at the blood-stained bed, no longer knowing what’s Ethan’s and what’s Daisy’s. Then I turn and walk away.
I returnto Zeriavoss with blood on my hands and the memory of his screams still echoing through my skull. I expect to feel better, but I don’t. It should’ve satisfied me, yet it didn’t.
